Down this winding road of lost dreams,
Gravel dust dances in the twilight's gleam.
Heartache calls me with a whisper so low,
As I shuffle my feet, feeling the weight of the woe.
Flickering lamp on the corner's embrace,
Casting shadows of memories I try to erase.
Restless hands fumble, searching for peace,
But the night keeps on creeping, with no sweet release.
I’ve seen the sun rise on the hardest of days,
But the blues linger on, like an echo that stays.
With each step I take, I feel the pain grow,
Like a river that’s flowing, but there’s nowhere to go.
The stars up above shine distant and cold,
Reminding me softly of stories untold.
There's a melody haunting, like a ghost in the night,
And I can’t find my way, though I’m longing to fight.
I pour out my sorrow into the old guitar,
Letting the rhythm take me somewhere afar.
In the smoke of my heartache, I find my refrain,
Singing the blues of my pleasure and pain.
So here I am wandering, without any map,
With a flickering flame that might just go out.
But I carry the memories, heavy and true,
Finding strength in the shadows, as I travel on through.
So I’ll walk this winding road, come rain or shine,
Turning heartache to music, and pain into rhyme.
With restless hands clutching my story so tight,
I’ll embrace every storm, till I find my own light.
With a heart full of blues, I finally find peace,
Here on this winding road, my troubles release.
Blues
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